Rezo’s nerves are all alight with his awareness of her and his need for deeper stimulation, but taking slow, even breaths helps him stay calm. Well, a little. Enough to let him lean against her and keep himself from mauling the poor woman.

Although said woman admits she wouldn’t exactly mind being mauled. Rezo can’t help but continue to be awed by that.

“You would still want me, even knowing…?” He falters, unsure of how to put it delicately.